Dwelt in winter
There was a cold wind
Thinking and distracting.
Away from the abyss.
And you took my hand
If I do not live in you there is no other place where I want to go (DA).
We ran across the meadow
Visiting lands, forests and lakes.
Destroying structures, mountains.
Trampling fears, trampling memories.
We ran down the corridor of that maze.
Where the Faun of this fantasy lived.
The wind carried stories away on that cloudy day,
Full of heat.
And so we started to grow
This is how we begin to feel.
Giving everything for nothing.
But one day ... a strange nightingale knocked on the door.
Full of enigmas, full of routines.
Collapses in a fully human world
Stiff, without dreams.
And the darkness returned, the crying, the fear.
And covered those drooping and strong eyes.
Tied that heart that gave hands full of dreams.
Chains in the pockets, chains on the feet.
I was very, very afraid.
I was to lose, to fly unevenly.
My being fell apart like the collapse of a mural
On fire, always on fire.
So I stood in front
I brought calm.
I put flowers on that cloudless day.
I put wings on the lost child.
I showed him the way, I hugged him without anxiety ...
Believing ... I still believe. Always believing.
Love calmly, slowly, overcome.
Overcome the earthly, raise your feet.
Being blown away by the wind without touching the ground.
FLOAT UP. THE POWER OF FLOATING.
Stop time, feel slower, find details.
The details of the soul, become spiritual. Talk to the soul.
Meet one, the other. FLY.
Stop time, delay the hours. Breathe and feel.
Don't run south.
Don't run away from butterflies.
No one can harm you.
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Dwelt in winter
There was a cold wind
Thinking and distracting.
Away from the abyss.
And you took my hand
If I do not live in you there is no other place where I want to go (DA).
We ran across the meadow
Visiting lands, forests and lakes.
Destroying structures, mountains.
Trampling fears, trampling memories.
We ran down the corridor of that maze.
Where the Faun of this fantasy lived.
The wind carried stories away on that cloudy day,
Full of heat.
And so we started to grow
This is how we begin to feel.
Giving everything for nothing.
But one day ... a strange nightingale knocked on the door.
Full of enigmas, full of routines.
Collapses in a fully human world
Stiff, without dreams.
And the darkness returned, the crying, the fear.
And covered those drooping and strong eyes.
Tied that heart that gave hands full of dreams.
Chains in the pockets, chains on the feet.
I was very, very afraid.
I was to lose, to fly unevenly.
My being fell apart like the collapse of a mural
On fire, always on fire.
So I stood in front
I brought calm.
I put flowers on that cloudless day.
I put wings on the lost child.
I showed him the way, I hugged him without anxiety ...
Believing ... I still believe. Always believing.
Love calmly, slowly, overcome.
Overcome the earthly, raise your feet.
Being blown away by the wind without touching the ground.
FLOAT UP. THE POWER OF FLOATING.
Stop time, feel slower, find details.
The details of the soul, become spiritual. Talk to the soul.
Meet one, the other. FLY.
Stop time, delay the hours. Breathe and feel.
Don't run south.
Don't run away from butterflies.
No one can harm you.
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